Poems:
I'm tired,
pale,
deep,
and empty.
I nod.
I shrug.
I shake my head.
I want to tell him.
But I can't. I just can't.
I'm tired,
pale,
deep,
and empty.
I nod.
I shrug.
I shake my head.
I want to tell him.
But I can't. I just can't.
It is September, yet
I can still hear the beach.
The sea moves and swells;
it tumbles to the shore,
dusts itself off,
They deserve to laugh and sit on the floor and coo over babies.
They deserve to talk in a language I don’t understand.
They deserve to look at each other with love.
Sweat gathers everywhere as
I climb the golden pavement.
The known ways, the known faces
are waves in the sound.
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